[This message has been edited by Bear]
11 years ago I had a heart attack. How could such a thing happen to a 40 y.o. man? I had struggled as most do, I felt no diffference between myself and by brothers. I had the same hopes and dreams and desires. Myabe a slightly higher code of honor (my name is McKnight). I tilled at my windmills and won most battle but the toll was awesome on my body - a fact I had not expected. My protection was supported by a love who I guess knew not how to love. For the protection needed only be to be loved, the scars of battle were expected. We all have them. The victory would bring great reward.
I sat contemplating how such a thing come about and decided that such had to be eliminated. The job, the debt, the position my spouse locked me into with her critcisms of all "our" friends. In effect she had isolated us from all who in the past had given me affection.
I did a misdirection play and moved my family to a place no one expected while bragging about heading to a completely different city. It worked. I quickly changed carreers and debt started disappearing. Those who had inhibited my career couldn't find me and when they did their effect here was minimal. My crusade was at an impasse, no win nor loss. I made some effecorts to correct the love life but it was fruitless and I ended it shortly after my youngest turned 18. People looked at me strangely as I yelled, "I'm free".
That was 5 years ago today, the day I met Honey.
It was as I hoped but it wasn't the life I had experienced. My prayers confirmed incrediatbly strong, that this was my future. It was indeed and awesome, undeniable feeling. The question was supposed (can only ask in person ya' know) and plans made, a new life to begin. But all had to go through that old enemy of my crusade.
Wouldn't you believe it!? My crusade reared its massive head in a pure bout of utter ignorance and stupidity (on their part). Offered me my dreams of the last 25 years on a silver platter. Only time, 7-10 years of court room appearances (not to mention public speaking, books and talk shows), stood between me and fame and fortune. A ploebe's faux pa and I was on my way. I couldn't loose. I knew 3 others who won exactly the same way, the least got $11.3 million.
Honey was hurt! And some members of this board appeared to hate me because of her post. I had to stand back. I had not expected this to happen in this manner - I had even assumed the crusade over many years back. But it was a given - I won. I needed only collect.
$11.3 million wasn't worth 7 years of my life and Honey's hurt. I repented. I tweaked the ploebe and ended the bout in less than a week.
Today, 5 years later, we are about to move into our new home, my debt shortly eliminated, my job is a rocket going straight up, Honey has her permenant visa, my son is a joy and yes, Honey's pregnant again (with a girl we pray).
My health? Who cares - I'm loved. (actually its quite good!)
The Bear Family